Chapter 51: Sister Xiaoqing's Little Schemes

Fortunately, there were outsiders present, so Qin Mingyue tried her utmost to suppress her emotions and did not erupt on the spot; otherwise, the three of Qin Feng would have definitely been forced to kneel in the ancestral hall through the night.

"I, I came to the Supreme-Yi Heaven through a door!" Tiansheng was practically answering every question now, but it seemed he had lost his sanity, making his answers devoid of any logic. He simply answered whatever came to his mind.

Regret? Perhaps no one felt more regret than Old Madam Xie. When all was said and done, her husband and her only son had both died because of her vanity, overbearingness, and ruthlessness.

Of course, she ultimately failed to voice these thoughts, and could only look at him speechlessly, much like Bai Fuling had done earlier.

The two piercing glances from her departure had long since been withdrawn. Lady Hua and Lady Wen now wore calm expressions as they accompanied the Old Madam to begin their meal. Maidservants waited attentively at the side, serving dishes and ladling soup from time to time with strict decorum.

Once the Jiang family patriarch and the others discovered this, they immediately understood that these people had come for the Mingti Fruit.

Upon hearing this, Chuxiu felt deep regret. "I am not a good swimmer either." She still remembered how, shortly after Yunchi's death, Zhuoyan had pushed her into the lotus pond, telling her to hold onto the reins and listen to the words on the bank. It was also during that accidental encounter that Chuxiu overheard the conversation between Wen Xian and Luanqing, finally learning the true identity of Yunchi's murderer.

The White Tiger ran up to another mountain peak and let out a roar toward the forest before returning to the spot where everyone had gathered in the morning. Thinking back to when they set off in the morning, the beast troops had seemed vast and mighty, but upon their return at night, the beast troops were reduced to a mere handful, sparse and desolate.

This barrage of questions made the hearts of the Lü family of three leap into their throats once more. The questions Miao Jiu had asked previously were nothing special, but he kept insisting on inspecting the wound on Song Yuan's body. If he were to recognize it as an arrow wound and Song Yuan failed to explain it satisfactorily, he would truly be branded with the crime of being a "spy."

Watching Madam Lü kneading the dough, Lü Xiang'er was reminded of the mooncakes from her past life. Although mooncakes were increasingly losing their original flavor, Lü Xiang'er would still buy a few every Mid-Autumn Festival. Brewing a cup of floral tea, she would eat the mooncakes while gazing at the moon, thinking of her parents whose images had grown hazy in her memory.

Among these three confidantes, the one Xia Liu loved most was undoubtedly Bai Lu, while the one he pitied and cherished the most was Zhong Wuxia.

The two chief generals beside the Twenty-Seventh Demon King wanted to step forward to stop Yang Qi, but they were stopped by the Twenty-Seventh Demon King himself.

"I have already looked into the victim's information. Take a look." With that, Qin Cang tossed the paper cylinder in his hand onto Tang Guo's desk.

The newcomer was Yang Yi, the second younger brother of Yang Tang, the secondary son of Yang Qiuyu, and also a major talent within the Yang family.

Likui let out a loud laugh and suddenly assumed a strange posture, holding the giant spear horizontally and remaining completely motionless, while his body began to emit an extremely dangerous aura.

Upon seeing this lake, Qianyun roughly understood how Crescent Lake got its name: it was shaped like a crescent moon, resembling a hooked sickle, hence the name Moon Lake.

With those words came another bolt of lightning. With a loud crash, a giant spiderweb-like crack was blasted into the ground, and residual bolts of electricity still lingered on the surface, crackling and popping.

The bell for midnight had just chimed when the southern gate of the city quietly opened. The scouts had spotted it early on, and I instructed them not to raise an alarm, passing the word down quietly to have the southern troops ready for battle.

Swish! Faced with the nearly frozen path, the desperadoes beside him displayed different explosive strengths. The agile fatty seemed to be a tool fanatic; from somewhere, he pulled out a huge sledgehammer, which actually looked to have some serious heft to it.

"That's none of your concern." Qin Cang glanced at him indifferently, acting as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

There were no government soldiers available to provide an escort just yet, but his uncle's personal attendant suddenly appeared, calling out to her with an anxious expression on his face.

"Is it resolved?" Gazing at the calm scene before him, Philip couldn't help patting his own chest, asking himself reassuringly.

The moment Li Mu leaped into the air, Ma Shanjun, who had remained silent all this time, also moved. His right arm uncoiled, and he hurled a punch directly toward Li Mu through the air.

Mi Qilin had a lot on his plate recently, but upon seeing the two of them arrive, he set aside what he was holding.

His sense of defiance grew even stronger. "You are not worthy, you shameless scoundrel!" Shangguan Yunyao still couldn't help sneering and taunting.

Although the trajectories of some people's whereabouts could not be tracked by Hill's art of heaven and earth, the crystal ball in Hill's hand could help project the scenes within this Ancestral Fortress one by one.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the few men shifted slightly. The burly man and the others merely felt that Guo Xun's scheme was somewhat terrifying—he wielded the tactic of killing with a borrowed knife with effortless ease—and inwardly grew wary of him, resolving never to offend him.

The most troublesome thing about falling into the sea was the inability to log off; once you logged back on, you were guaranteed to drown. Donning his diving equipment, Miao Jun took a deep dive downward. The "Xiezhi True Eyes" pierced through all the gloom, but the downside was that neither seawater nor sea beasts remained; everything turned into solid color, prompting Miao Jun to quickly switch it off.

"Uh, how could I possibly punish you? Rest assured, no matter what mistake you make, I will forgive you." To prevent Bai Ling'er from running away again, Luo Tian felt compelled to say this.

Because most of them came from humble backgrounds with meager family resources, making their cultivation arduous and their lives hard. Therefore, once a cultivator from the exact same grassroots background soared into prominence and caused a sensation, it was all the more likely to strike a chord of resonance among the masses.

Yet, without a certain number of elite warriors, it was impossible to withstand the initial onslaught of the Pig tribe. The first wave of any assault was always the most terrifying; as long as they managed to hold their ground and push through, the subsequent battles would become much easier.

Little did he know that those few slaps Zhao Zhengce had delivered to Madam Jin's fatal hips had already left an indelible mark on her heart, one she would find impossible to forget for the rest of her life.

And right at that moment, the Demon Realm emissary Xin Rui delivered yet another heavy blow to You Yitian. This added insult to injury for You Yitian, who already had a bellyful of frustration, plunging him deeper into gloom.

"Yunxi, just help me pack up casually. I want to go see Dad and Mom." In truth, Ling Yuwei felt somewhat at a loss as to how to face Zhao Jingyi and Ling Xiaotian.